TharnType: 7 years of love ONE SHOTS

Episode 3: A taste of you

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Tharn woke up happy and determined. It was Type's day off and he wanted to make it perfectly relaxing. He got up and ready and let him sleep. He wanted to bake the cake before he woke up. 

It wasn't long before Tharn realized he was still hopeless in the kitchen no matter how determined he was. He beat the eggs with an awkward motion and then started when he saw a fully-dressed Type smirking at him. 

"Someone like you is making cake for me?" Type said as he came around the partition to stand at Tharn's side.

"Yeah, can't you see?" Tharn asked with a pout. Type was laughing at him and all his efforts were in vain. 

"But from what I'm seeing, you're destroying the room," Type said with a smile. Tharn's looked at the messy kitchen. He looked so lost with his cheek and nose streaked with flour. 

Let me just put both of us out of our misery. "And..." Type started while his finger scooped up some whipped cream. 

Tharn looked down at Type's finger and then up at Type's face. "And what?" he asked. 

Type smirked. "I think let's do what you do best." Tharn looked back at him confused until Type's tongue slipped out to lick some whip cream from his lower lip. But that's not what gave Tharn the clue. It was the look on Type's face, which screamed "fuck me" that made him put the whisk down. 

He turned to his lover with a seductive expression, his thumb going to his lower lip and rubbing the cream around. The visual reminded him of every time Type went down on him and his cum dripped down the side of his mouth. Fuck, he was sexy!

Tharn licked the whipped cream off his own tongue and Type's eyes fluttered opened to watch. "Since it's your day off, I was planning to let you rest comfortably."

Type looked from his eyes to his lips and back again. "I never asked for it."

Tharn's hand stopped caressing his jaw and then he turned his lover so he could have his back against the counter. He lifted him up with a grunt and Type's hands came up to frame his face as his lips descended on his. 

Tharn licked at Type's bottom lip. His tongue flicking and swirling and then sweeping inside. Type accepted him with a moan. The tip of his tongue licked at Tharn's, teasing him. Their breathing got heavier as they ate from each other's mouths. Their tongues licked and traced and their swollen lips sucked until it was all that could be heard in the messy kitchen. 

Tharn dragged up Type's shirt without pulling back from their kiss and Type raised his arms while pulling back so it could be taken off. Type's hands immediately went to Tharn's apron and pulled it off. Not satisfied with all the clothing his sexy boyfriend was wearing, Type's nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt. 

"Someone's eager..." Tharn teased even as his own hands pulled down Type's sweatpants and underwear. 

Type smirked back at him. "Like you're not? Pretending you were going to let me rest today."

Tharn kissed the corner of his mouth gently, his hand gripping Type's cock too gently. "I was, na, but someone distracted me."

Type arched into his grip with a frustrated groan. He hated and loved being teased. "Ai asshole, tighter," he moaned. 

Tharn held him in a soft grip, but his hand moved up and down. Enough to drive Type crazy, but not too stimulating that things would end before they could start. 

Tharn's other hand went to his pants to take them off. As he shook them off, he happened to glance at the container full of whipped cream and got some ideas. He stopped stroking Type and scooped up some whipped cream with two fingers.